# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
302 | Near me, O my Savior, stand | | | | | | | |
303 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
304 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
305 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
306 | When grief and anguish press me down | | | | | | | |
307 | For mercies, countless as the sands | | | | | | | |
308 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
309 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
310 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
311 | Bright source of everlasting love | | | | | | | |
312 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
313 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
314 | Great Author of my being | | | | | | | |
315 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
316 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
317 | O reveal thy lovely face | | | | | | | |
318 | Where is my [our] [the] Savior now | | | | | | | |
319 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
320 | Higher, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
321 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
322 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
323 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
324 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
325 | Jesus, thou friend of sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
326 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
327 | Since from thy feet I dared to roam | | | | | | | |
328 | Jesus, make this heart thine own | | | | | | | |
329 | And what am I, my soul awake | | | | | | | |
330 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
331 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
332 | When thou, my righteous Judge | | | | | | | |
333 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
334 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
335 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
336 | Happy who in Jesus live | | | | | | | |
337 | Thy gracious presence, O my God | | | | | | | |
338 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
339 | My soul, triumphant in the Lord Proclaim [Shall tell] thy [its] joys | | | | | | | |
340 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
341 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
342 | Our Lord, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
343 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
344 | Out of the depths of woe | | | | | | | |
345 | No, never shall my heart despond | | | | | | | |
346 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
347 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
348 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
349 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
350 | Ah when shall I awake | | | | | | | |
351 | To the hills I lift mine [my] eyes, [to] the everlasting hills | | | | | | | |
352 | Lord, teach us [me] how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
353 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
354 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
355 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
356 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
357 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
358 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
359 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
360 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
361 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace | | | | | | | |
362 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
363 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
364 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
365 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
366 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
367 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
368 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
369 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
370 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
371 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
372 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
373 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
374 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
375 | God of my life, through all its [my] days | | | | | | | |
376 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
377 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
378 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
379 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
380 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
381 | Let Christian faith and hope dispel | | | | | | | |
382 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
383 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
384 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
385 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
386 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
387 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
388 | Beware of Peter's word | | | | | | | |
389 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
390 | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
391 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
392 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
393 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
394 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
395 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
396 | Ye pilgrims-partners in distress | | | | | | | |
397 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
398 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
399 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
400 | Nature will raise up all her strife | | | | | | | |